Wabi-Sabi

I do not aspire to be a judge anymore. We are all fallible, expected to rise yet prone to fall. I thought that I was expected to be the virtuous one but isn’t that desired from everyone? Then why do they walk, unashamed on the paths that I thought of as immoral? We cannot distinguish right from wrong every single time. Have I failed miserably as a judge? You say that life has not been fair to you You say that time has inflicted pains upon you You blame God. Weren’t you the one who was an atheist once? You defend. Pretend! You clear the ground, before you fall. You fall every time into webs of a vice all the time and yet you pretend to stand tall. Falling in love is a mistake? Rising as a smile on a barren face is a mistake? It was adrenaline once. It was desperation to hold on to the crowd. Maybe, an excuse termed as an escape every other time. I do not care anymore. I do not want to be labelled ‘a criminal’ When I cross the line to come over to your side, treat me as an equal, Cons

A random sketch from childhood. Few things do not let go of  us. Childhood is one of them. The portrait that I had drawn has always been dear to me as I had drawn it when in a dilemma about whether to absorb everything around me or to close my eyes to the world of thought that enveloped me.

The closer I get, the blurred is my reflection. The farther I try to move, the more I wish to hold on. I am the observer but am I the judge? I walk the line a million times but the mirror does not budge. I trudge and I rush  I make my way through winter slush of my mind. Am I blind?

The echo of pointless words comes back to me often. I wonder if it is the silent room or the mind turned empty. Am I narrow minded or is the world too wide? The streets of spring that I walked on without any reason are walking back to me with questions after the answers have died.

Writing has become a part of me, as words which are an integral part of our existence. I write and later on wonder about my grammar.But, when I am writing, I am allowing the clutter within my head to be scattered all around in the form of words. As my work takes form, my thoughts take form . They speak to me when I refuse to vent out my emotions in front of my own self. I absorb the beauty around me like any other person whom I come across. But, I give life to the tidbits that capture my interest, enchant me or sadden me; I keep them with me forever in the form of my words. I capture a smile in words and sometimes try to spread it across through my scribbles.  Have been trying my hand at graphics lately and yeah... by graphics I mean merely the designs and not the coding!! The thought itself is formidable enough to give me creeps.. Just thought of sharing them here as this is the only place close to my dream home. I do not command my thoughts. They belong to me and would not play

DATING DILEMMAS Intimacy in a relationship PHYSICAL INTIMACY V/S EMOTIONAL INTIMACY The vessel of physical intimacy does not need to contain the honey of emotions in it. Emotional intimacy does not need to be dependent upon the vessel to be poured into, it might exist independently. Intimacy, in most basic terminology does not deal with mere sweet nothings. It is not about forcing our partner to like us by walking around wrapped up in the cloth of our best qualities, but is about making the other person admire us and respect us for who we are, as we reveal our withered broken down walls to them, so as to fix them up together, building a strong relationship eventually. It is about fixing us . Intimacy is not about our wisdom or rules. It is about confronting our fear of revealing our traumas, insecurities and feelings without a care in the world. WALLS TO BE BROKEN   Avoid defining the relationships